Welcome to A Song of Revenge and Gold: House Malroy Quest. In which you take the reins of a House of storied glorious past since Aegon’s Conquering, but whose fortunes have taken a turn for the worse in the doom that Robert’s Rebellion brought. You are Brynden Malroy, second son to Lord Vamos Malroy and Lady Esemella Hayford and the last living heir to Steadhold and House Malroy. The year is 285AC, two years after the Rebellion and a year after your return to Westeros. House Malroy is a pre-genned House designed around the idea of a story within the Crownlands of a House fiercely loyal to the Targaryens and their attempts to live in this new world after Robert’s Rebellion. Lord Brynden Malroy is as well pre-genned but will take direction from the players in his ways and how he develops himself further. This Quest will be moderately more story driven than others of its kind, but the development of the House and her lands will take just as much importance.If you’ve played one of the many Quests within the ASoIaF setting the rules of the SIFRP system should be known. I will be using the Game of Thrones edition, as well as a few of the expansions namely OOSP and a few house rules which will be explained as we come to them. If you have questions about how things work or why certain actions are taken I can explain them as we go along. In truth this is a learning experience for me as well. Google Documents Mastersheet:https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WiZG5xtDqbQKI31IIbqNb4zTmooivb0Ns_J6EatgWgY/edit?usp=sharingLast Updated: >7/17 - Lord Brynden Malroy>7/16 - House Malroy History, Holdings, & Household>7/10 - House Malroy Stats>7/3 - Dispositions of Houses & Persons of the RealmTwitter:https://twitter.com/RevengeGoldQMAsk.FMhttps://m.ask.fm/RevengeGoldQMSIFRPG Resources:https://www.mediafire.com/folder/6sar1o14399xv/SIFRPArchive:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=House%20MalroyAnd now without further ado.
Obella a best.
“Lords and Ladies of the realm! It is my esteemed honor, no privilege to introduce to you your Semi-Finalist!” You stand amongst three other men in the center of the yard, the herald not to far off from the the four of you whipping the crowd into a frenzy again. The sound reaches its peak and is softly waved down by the man who places a finger upon his lips for quiet. “Four men of the Realm. Knights, Lords all! Truly we are blessed by divine light this morning, this day so graciously hosted by the Lord Paramount of the Reach, Lord Mace Tyrell!”Again they cheer and clap, though to no person in general, the rest of the herald’s words being lost in the cacophony. Lord Tyrell hadn’t made an appearance as far as you know. Just various members of House Tyrell had attended in his place, most prominently to you, Ser Olymer Tyrell, his wife Lady Lysa Meadows, and their two young sons. Ser Arlen Hunt was now sat with him in the high box, both of them acknowledging you with nods and waves.“...introducing first the green bracket! The Lord of Hammerhal, winner of no less than five contest of bow within the last three years, one of which here in this very field. A man of the Reach, a man of prowess, and the favorite to win it all, Lord Robert Cordwayner!”A surprisingly large ruckus kicks up at the name, you were surprised to have never heard of the man prior, five victories was nothing to scoff at. Lord Cordwayner stands in place, waving a single arm in response, a stoic look worn upon his face. Likely all Reach contests, but the Tourney in King’s Landing a year past was not out of the man’s Reach, perhaps you had been blessed in not having to meet him earlier or at all.
“...and his opponent, a man of Dorne, the Knight of Bloodgrove, sworn to House Martell. The darkhorse of our competition having no titles to his name but has rode into the semi-finals with resounding ease. A contender for heart-throb of the contest, and Lords and Ladies watch your daughters, a bachelor no less. My personal pick to win, Ser Rycas Ordarlic!”The voices that cry out in response are higher pitched, smallfolk and noblewomen alike crying out in favor of the swarthy dornishman who still wore that dark smile as he twirled about the field raking in their applause. You cast eyes towards the dornish entourage that had gathered to watch, surprisingly few had reacted to his announcement. He pauses for a moment, flashing the two fingered salute had had prior towards the rest of you, pointing his recurve towards you each in turn, the crowd, ‘ooooo,’ing in response.The herald attempts to gain control of the crowd again as Ser Rycas walks back to your line up, finally coming to an acceptable hum when he began to speak again, “And second, though certainly no less important, the gold bracket! Introducing first, another man of the Reach. A common sight about Highgarden’s Tourneys, whether it be amongst the lists, the melee, or here upon this very field. A man of unquestioned loyalty, esteem, and honor, favored by smallfolk and nobles alike. The swornsword of Lady Alerie Hightower, Ser Corey Graves!”Perhaps the lightest reaction of the three thus far, though most of it came from the smallfolk that had gathered to watch the contest and the high box. A woman with flowing gold silver hair, tall, slender and handsome stood, clapping her hands lightly, she wore the colors of House Tyrell, but above her stood the coat of arms of House Hightower, a surprising spectator. Ser Corey Graves bows deeply in the direction of the high box, the woman nodding back for him to rise, which he does with a few waves towards the smallfolk crowds.
“And his opponent. A man of the Crownlands, Lord of Steadhold. You’ve all heard the bard’s song, both low and high, ‘The Blackshaft’, now witness the man, the myth, the legend in the flesh! The Valyrian sellsword, or Lord by any other name, himself, winner of the archery contest of King’s Landing not a year past vanquishing the Summer Isler Jalabhar Xho in sudden death! The last amongst our Semi-Finalist, Lord Brynden Malroy!”Throwing both of your arms up in the air you drink in the applause and cheers, perhaps the same level as Ser Rycas, perhaps a bit better. Your crowd was mostly comprised of women and smallfolk, apparently this song you had managed to be entirely unaware of the past year was rather popular amongst them, you could only imagine it was a rather crass account given the name and the ‘Valyrian sellsword’ reference. Your support amongst the nobleborn is perhaps the best of the four, your friends and allies being rather diverse and garnering you a motley crew of applause from the high box, dornish entourage, and the Reachlords. To your surprise as you pass your eyes about the field you catch upon Lord Mathis Rowan and Lord Randyll Tarly sitting together, clapping and giving you nods of respect that you return gracefully. The herald again attempts to pull the crowd’s attention, an endeavour you allow him after a few minutes more, that low hum coming over the field instead as he speaks.“Ser Corey Graves, Lord Brynden Malroy, I ask you please to clear the field. Shooting first, at pace of eighty, Ser Rycas Odarlic, please Ser take your place and may the best man win!” Ser Corey Graves offers you his hand before the two of you leave off, one you take with vigor, “The best my Lord.”“The same, Ser.”
Breaking off you make to leave, though almost stumble when Ser Rycas Ordarlic’s shoulder buries itself into your own, the crowd chatters as the two of you stare off for a moment, his dark smile hung loosely with the tinge of cockiness you could remember from a mirror. He flicks his wrist, giving you a quick two finger salute and taking an arrow from his quiver before walking off. You allow the look to linger a moment longer before leaving the field and taking a seat in the undercroft with Ser Lucas Longwaters and Ser Quellon Qorgyle.“Looks like someone isn’t a fan,” Lucas remarks as you sit and call for a cup of water. “Mustn’t heard the song,” you respond with a slight laugh, “‘The Blackshaft’? Was that your work?”Lucas puts his hands up innocently, “Swear it wasn’t, never talked to a bard in my life, can’t trust the rats, talk too much.”You laugh with a shrug, it was an amusing thing, even if it painted you as a man you perhaps were not quite so similar to any longer. You watch Ser Rycas take his first shot, sinking it into the outermost ring. His mannerisms post shot look annoyed as he stalks off point and Lord Robert Cordwayner takes his place, stretching out his longbow to full length and taking his own shot, equaling the score one to one.You nod off and point at Ser Rycas gaining Quellon’s attention, “Quellon, what’s Ser Rycas’ story?”Quellon sighs, allowing his head to fall into his hand as he looks to you, “Obella and him have… History. To call you him ‘not a fan’, is putting it lightly, my Lord.”“History?”Quellon um’s and ah’s for a moment, vaguely waving his hand for a moment and screwing his face up looking for the proper words, “Uhhh… History of a… Bed related sort, yes?”“Rycas slept with!” Lucas says suddenly perking up and leaning over his chair, “Oh bloody Hells, that is fucking rich. What’s the story?”
Quellon again stumbles over his words, clearly uncomfortable with the given topic regarding his sister’s sex life, “Ser Rycas was a popular and well connected man at Sunspear’s court. Was being the operative word. Favored by Doran, not so much by Oberyn. Obella was amongst Doran’s more trusted… Ladies, yes? After their encounter and his rejection of her advances, Ser Rycas took it upon himself to cheer her lowered spirits. Drink, dance, the games, the things she loved, he wooed her, and… Seven, forgive me she will be furious I even mentioned this, and bedded her. Not a month later, he began to ignore her, avoiding her entirely, and then took another paramour. Their romance was a popular topic amongst the court, not an uncommon thing in Dorne, but when it came out that he had bedded her and then abandoned her, the Princes were not pleased, to say the least. Oberyn is close with my brother, Doran had a fondness for Obella and her skills…” Quellon pauses trailing off watching Ser Rycas take his second shot. A solid arrow that thumps into the middle ring, putting him up three to one as Lord Cordwayner takes his place on point next.“Lady Obella tried to sleep with the Prince of Dorne?” Lucas asks hazarding his curiosity around you.Quellon gives you a look and you a slight nod of your eyes for him to continue, “Yes Ser Lucas. Not her finer moment she will admit, the Prince had the grace to let her down softly, though she still took it poorly, all the same. Errors of youth.” Lord Cordwayner takes his second shot, a mite too high you’d say as it lands into the outer reaches of the outermost ring putting the score at three to two, Ser Rycas up.
Quellon continues, “Once Oberyn found out, he took it into his own hands to defend his friend’s sister’s honor. Perhaps not the place one would thing to find such things, but it was a rather large affair. Obella had been sent to… A Free City I believe, Volantis perhaps? I cannot say which. During this time, Prince Oberyn challenged Ser Rycas to a duel. His disrespect for a Lady of Dorne, a Lady of Prince Doran’s personal court, being called out. Though rather than face these accusations, Ser Rycas, ran, like a coward.”Lucas’ jaw drops, and you almost choke on your water, “He ran?” Lucas asks excitedly.Again Quellon sighs, “Among the court in Sunspear he is now known as ‘Rycas the Runner’. According to the rumors I heard, he took up with the Yronwoods, serving them rather than the Martells, his liegelord. By his appearance here alongside Ser Orton Yronwood, I do not doubt this is the case now. The man is a bloody coward, but his tongue is silver, and truly I have never met a more competitive man, at games of sport at least, Obella was at his mercy.”Lucas is absolutely livid, laughing so hard you can see tears in his eyes. Your eyes however are upon the field, watching Ser Rycas take his last shot, the arrow leaves his bow perfectly, his form unflinching and the arrow streaking across the field and planting into the innermost ring, giving him three points and a six to two lead. The crowd cheers loudly, the swagger in his step playing to them as he passes Lord Cordwayner who needs a bullseye to win and no chance to tie. “And his problem with me?” you ask.“Jealousy more than likely. Obella never told me the truth of it, but supposed he proposed marriage to her early in their affair, a poor match for her, an excellent one for him...
... According to rumor, she laughed in his face, perhaps that was what gave him cause to dismiss her. Whether there is substance to that, I cannot say, still, no reason to abandon her in such a high profile manner and draw the ire of her patrons,” Quellon responds, his voice cutting off as Lord Cordwayner takes his last shot. A beautiful thing itself, knocking into the innermost ring, enough for three points, and putting the score at six to five, but not enough to win. The herald announces Ser Rycas Ordarlic as the victor and the first man to enter the finals, you watch as he refuses Lord Cordwayner’s handshake, instead bouncing away and flashing his two finger salute again before playing up to the crowd an arm’s length away from them. You hear your name called after Ser Corey Graves to finish out the round of four with the cumulation of the Gold Bracket. Lucas and Quellon both wish you the best as you enter the field to the roaring approval of the crowd that you happily drink in with raised arms. “Ser Corey Graves, upon points you will be first to shoot at the pace of eighty. The best of luck to both, and may the best man win!”Ser Graves takes point, the crowd quieting to a murmur again, he draws in a deep breath, stretching his longbow to full length and without half a second of aim or pause drops his first arrow across the field. It sinks just a hair away from the middle and outermost line, upon the latter’s side, awarding him a single point and the lead for now. You can see him audiably tsk as the crowd politely claps for him as he leaves point off for you to take your first shot.You shake out your arm, hoping for it to hold up at least for another few shots. Benjin would insist upon giving it a second look you knew but not before tomorrow, not before the trial. You stretch out your bow, notch an arrow, sharp breath, easy on the height. Aim. Ready.Fire.>Roll 8d6 for Marksmanship (Bows), please.
Rolled 1, 4, 5, 3, 4, 3, 4, 6 = 30 (8d6)>>48435454
Rolled 4, 2, 2, 5, 1, 3, 1, 2 = 20 (8d6)>>48435454Lets let loose.
Rolled 3, 6, 1, 6, 2, 1, 2, 3 = 24 (8d6)>>48435454
Rolled 2, 5, 4, 3, 6, 4 = 24 (6d6)>>4843547023>>4843548316>>4843549520>>48435536No, no it isn't.Welp. So plan was to do this update as I had been with the ones in the last thread (e.g. using all three rolls one per shot) and then transitioning to best of three for the last round, so I'm sticking by that. DC was 21. With those rolls, Brynden is only going to manage a single point to bring him even with Ser Corey Graves. In the sense of fairness and transparency, I will do his rolls next two rolls here. He is rolling with a 5D+1B.
Rolled 5, 1, 3, 3, 3, 1 = 16 (6d6)>>48435596That's a 22 for Ser Corey Graves, putting him up 2-1. Last roll.
>>48435616And that's a 15. Fucking hell these rolls. So in a very close race, Brynden is going to lose this one.There is however a Loser's Bracket for third and fourth place, you'll be facing Lord Robert Cordwayner for that one. And it will include a cash prize still. Well, can't win them all, I suppose.
>>48435637WE could if others could roll like me. And make ya pissed at another archery contest.
>>48435649Where were you when the siege camp got raided by Saracens ?
>>48435709Asleep I'm pretty sure.
Rolled 1, 4, 2, 5, 4, 3, 3, 3 = 25 (8d6)>>48435649I had some pretty good rolls too last thread, but by the time I catch up the rolls were in...
>>48435637can we use anointed for one of those rolls?
>>48435933I agree I really don't want to miss getting to show up that Dornish prick
>>48435933>>48435960Anointed comes with the following benefits:>Add +2 to the result of all Status tests. You may draw strength from your commitment to the knightly virtues and the strength of your convictions. Once per day, as a Free Action, increase both Combat Defense and Intrigue Defense and all passive ability results by +5 for one round.So no. If you had a DP lying around you could but you don't. None of your benefits will save you on this.
>>48435454I don't get it. She wasn't going to marry that guy but wanted to keep the affair going. Guy break up with her as she would do with him later. What gives? Why act offended about that small affair and jump to defend her honor?
>>48435454I wish you had hold on calling for rolls until a little bit into the thread.
>>48435981Could ask her about when we get back home."Hey hon, met your ex. Pls explain"
>>48435981Its not suppose to make sense, Quellon only has rumors to work off of. Much of it hearsay. He knows the major points, and is clearly missing out on something if Oberyn was willing to act on her behalf. Ask Obella if you want to really know what happened.>>48435990Would have changed literally nothing. We work with the rolls we're given, you guys have never complained when Brynden was sniping fuckers with three to four degrees of success like it was nothing, can't start now that he had a bad streak. Not how it works.
>>48436064Yes it does. I mean it's Brynden with a bow.
So we lose in the semi finals, because dad just decides not to give us bo3 and we don't really get a day in it? Okay, it kind of made sense for the brackets but for finals of any form it seems a bit unfair.
>>48436094Come on now, we can't win all the time.Shit without the possibility of failure the goddamn quest would be pretty boring.
>>48436114*say Fucking phone
>>48436131was going to post this.
>>48436131I know. Wasn't serious about it.
>>48436114You should've voted for for DP when we had a chance instead of picking Annointed. Can't have your cake and eat it too.
>>48436131We've literally only won a real archery contest one other time. And it's fricking brynden innit
>>48436149Impossible to tell with only text to go off of.
>>48436158I hate it when people get all smarmy about other people's choices. DP lost, no need to keep being upset about it. Like I'm not upset about this archery thing either, it just strikes me as odd that we just suddenly start to job after a dice rule change.
>>48436192True and I didn't think of that before I posted. Though I'd think some anons would know that about me after about 40ish threads?
>>48436211>it just strikes me as odd that we just suddenly start to job after a dice rule change.Go read the last archery contest.Semi finals against Curtis Flowers.I did the. Same. Exact. Thing.This is not a change in rules, I am abiding by the same exact system I used before.
>>48436243If after 40ish threads you stated similar things but never fully explained that you weren't serious then there are quite a few who wouldn't.
>>48436289Hey Padre, it's just some people freaking out. It's all good. You are doing great and it makes sense narratively. Here's hoping for third
>>48436289Well it's been a while, I'm not mad padre. Sorry for bringing it up then. Bloke can't even say anything without people assuming he's being a whiny cunt. 4chan's fault innit
>tfw Obella will make fun of us when she finds out we didnt win
>Lord Brynden Malroy Marksmanship (Bows): DC 21>Target 1: Success, one degree.>Target 2: Failed.>Target 3: Failed.>Ser Corey Graves Marksmanship (Bows): DC 21>Target 1: Success, one degree.>Target 2: Success, one degree.>Target 3: Failed.You let the arrow loose, it feels good, it feels solid, it feels… Wrong, Seven above it feels wrong. The twinge of pain runs up your arm at just the wrong moment, your shot suffering for it and again going far too high. You grip your arm, gasping in pain hardly watching the arrow as it knocks into the outermost ring, far, far outside of your usual location. You are awarded a point, evening the score one to one. Or so you’re told by the judge who is now hovering over you, his hand on your back, “M’lord, are you able to continue? Should we send for a Maester?”You flash him a dark look and he backs off immediately as you straighten, shaking out your right arm, “No. I’m fine,” you state simply stalking off point and taking a seat to watch Ser Corey Graves take his second shot. Your eyes remain upon your hand, flexing the fingers and hoping to get the blood circulating in them again. A stringer like this usually didn’t cause you so much pain, you think, it happened before in Essos, nothing a day or two of rest wouldn’t fix. At least it wasn’t your sword arm, blessing in that at least, if you needed to fight without a shield, it could be managed, but Seven above was that pain unbearable at the moment.
Ser Corey Graves goes up another point you realize, watching the scorekeeper place another flag under his name. If you could keep it even at least you’d be fine, just get to that final round. You rise, fingers flexing as you walk to the point, eyes pressed forward and straining to swallow down the pain. You notch, and pull back tenderly, stretching the bow to full length at a much slower pace than per usual, holding it for even less as you aim and ready. Then again it strikes as you loose, the pain shooting up from your wrist to your shoulders, enough to make you grunt, to bring a tear to your eye. And further enough to make the arrow fly far overheard the target, landing in the grass a few paces back. Frustration begins to build as the crowd quiets, entirely unsure of what is happening, you didn’t perform this poorly, ever, your swagger and playing to the crowd gone as you leave the point again, nursing your arm. You cast a glance towards Lucas and Quellon, both wearing looks of concern upon their faces, Arron stands behind his Uncle and you can see him speaking to him before the boy runs off. Likely to fetch Benjin, you feel anger compound with frustration, you were fine, just a damned stinger, you managed more than a few shots with it already.Your eyes turn to watch Ser Corey Graves take his last shot, one that shudders and wavers as it flies, taking a wide turn and going to the right of the target. Points stay at two to one, Ser Corey up. Eyes focus through the pain that now seemed ever present rather than shooting, you could manage a two pointer, or hell even a single point to even it. All of those restless nights upon Steadhold’s roof weren’t for nothing you told yourself as you stood to take point. The crowd is quiet only going up in cheers when you force a smile and raise your arms a few times to get them up. The smile turns to a grimace as you stretch your bow, taking your time and ignoring the sharp pain rising in your wrist. Inhale. Aim. Ready.
>>48436386Bullied by our wife? That's harsh.
Fire.The arrow wobbles upon release, you can feel it was the weakest of the three, the pain subsides in your wrist, not quite getting to its peak, likely due to your bow not being taken to full length. The arrow dips, the crowd murmuring in surprise and discontentment with such a low scoring end to the round of four with your arrow in the dirt a handful of paces before the target.“Fuckin’. Seven. Above,” you curse under your breath, eyes fixed upon the failed shot. You had lost, not particularly handily, it was still a close fight, but you should have won, with ease, the pace was still off by at least twenty of the one you took in King’s Landing. Your face flattens and you turn on heel, the herald announcing the victor as you leave off. Ser Corey Graves stops you with a raised hand before you leave the field entirely, extending it, “A hard fought contest my Lord. It was an honor,” he says simply.“An honor. My congratulations,” you say through strained voice, a mixture of frustration and pain rather evident upon it as you quickly shake his hand and leave off for the undercroft.You drop into the chair next to Lucas who looks far more concerned than you had ever seen him before, “Benjin’s on his way Brynden.”“I don’t need him,” he grumble flexing your fingers, “It’s just a stinger. I’ll be over it by tomorrow.”“Brynden-” “I’m fine Lucas,” you state firmly interrupting him, allowing a flare of wildfire with sidelong eyes. He sits back and holds his hands up, “Alright, alright. Not going to stop Benjin, but alright.”You simmer a moment longer, watching the field before a page comes up and addresses you, “My Lord?”You wave a hand for him to continue.“You have been invited to compete in the Loser’s Bracket, to determine third and fourth place. Your opponent will be Lord Robert Cordwayner, the pace will be eighty. Do you wish to compete?”Compete in the Loser’s Bracket? >Yay>Neigh
>>48436427>Yay I don't see brynden backing down
>>48436427>YayLets salvage whats left of our pride.
>>48436427>YayIt's nothing! Just bad luck!
>>48436427>YayCut my pride into piecesThis is my last reroll
>>48436427YayThird place really isn't bad. I'm not going to be mad at it.
>>48436427>>NeighAt least let Benjin Look At It when we invariably continue.
Yay it is, can't say I'm surprised. We'll be working with a DC 18 this time, given the pace.We'll do best of three for this one, since it's Brynden's finals in a sense, Cordwayner will be working with the same thing. Going to be honest with you, even had you won, Rycas was working with a 7D+2B+1 dice pool. You would have been hard pressed to pull off another win like you did in King's Landing.And before I hear, that's unfair, consider. All of your EXP spending has entirely been on you guys, voted for and spent to expand Brynden to be more versatile, a better commander, more persuasive. Both of those things have done good by you significantly in fact, losing one archery contest because you decided not to spend all of your EXP in one place is hardly a raw deal.
>>48436684Still dad having this many people with that high of a marksmanship score is a bit unbelievable as it's supposed to be decently rare.
>>48436684S'all good in the hood padre, we can always increase archery again later if we want anyway.
Rolled 1, 5, 4, 1, 2, 1, 4, 5 = 23 (8d6)>>48436684
>>48436684We rolling now or later pops?
Rolled 3, 5, 4, 6, 6, 6 = 30 (6d6)>>48436684
>>48436684how much EXP do we have anyway?
Mmmm I'm okay with being third as well, but this is more incentive for me to have us find a way to have the dragon bone bow made. Perhaps a detour during our honey moon? If nothing else I want us to be one of the best bowmen in the setting.
>>48436684oh yeah that's fine. Sorry if we came across as whiny
Rolled 5, 2, 2, 6, 4, 3, 4, 2 = 28 (8d6)>>48436684
Benjin be damned, your pride was still upon the line, bit of pain never stopped you before, and the shortened pace would be easier on your arm for certain, you nod sharply, “Yes, I will compete.”“Very good my Lord,” he says bowing deeply, “The prize will be 400 gold dragons, and you will be competing next.”You nod and allow him off, sitting back in your chair and downing the cup of water that had been brought to you with your good arm, the other flexing its fingers to get the blood flowing properly.“Horse chestnuts will do that better,” Quellon says suddenly.“Excuse me?”“A fistful of horse chestnuts, roll them around in your hand, gets the blood flowing,” he responds, his eyes pressed forward his face dour and untelling, “You’ll want to rest it for the next day or so. If you lose feeling… Well, your Maester won’t be able to do much to help that.”You quirk an eyebrow at the stoic dornishman as he takes a sip from his cup, “Thank you Quellon,” you say sitting back and allow your frustration to taper off, “Sorry for snapping Lucas.”Lucas waves it off, his mouth filled with a cup of wine at the moment and you smile. You could manage a third place, not your preferred, not by a long shot, and a mite of simmering anger still lied underneath that you had a bloody joust to blame for it. But... Defeating another Lord with skill not unlike your own would at the very least be a fun challenge. Perhaps you should begin touring and competing more, Lord Cordwayner certainly had the time for it, might lead to less embarrassing situations such as this, you muse.
The herald calls for attention again, the field having been cleared and the point moved to the eighty pace mark. Again he rattles off his long winded introductions, calling first Lord Robert Cordwayner, and second yourself to join him upon the field. Unlike the page, the herald seems less inclined to call this bout by it’s name, the Loser’s Bracket. “In our second to last competition of the day, Lord Robert Cordwayner shall be shooting first upon points. A pace of eighty is your challenge. The best of luck to both, and may the best man win!”Lord Cordwayner offers his hand, that you take and are surprised by the vice like grip you receive in return. The man couldn’t be much older than Dontos you think, perhaps mid thirties, a bit past his prime, but all the same a solid hand with a bow. His voice is gruff and he mumbles slightly, causing you to miss his words though you respond with a, “Best of luck,” regardless to at least appear a good sport. He takes point a few moments later, stretching his longbow out to its full length and allowing a moment to aim and loosing suddenly. The arrow flies across the field and knocks into the target just along the line to the innermost ring and the middle ring, though is only awarded the points for the latter, going up by two early in the top half. He looks pleased with the result and leaves off, hardly giving you a look as he sits down and you take point.You take a few slow breaths, the pain having subsided for the moment long enough for you to feel at least somewhat right when you stretched out your bow with an arrow notched. You pause, allowing the wind to rush you, though there is little to actually do so, the sun positioned just overheard gives you clear line of sight, licks of wildfire flare from your eyes in the midday sun, your mind rests easy with the pain having gone, the slightest of smiles dances upon your lips. Sharp breathe, inhale. Aim. Ready.Fire. >Roll 8d6 for Marksmanship (Bows) please.
Rolled 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 2, 3, 1 = 29 (8d6)>>48437083
Rolled 2, 4, 5, 3, 2, 3, 4, 2 = 25 (8d6)>>48437083
Rolled 2, 2, 3, 6, 1, 6, 4, 3 = 27 (8d6)>>48437083Lets roll
Rolled 3, 2, 6, 1, 4, 5, 6, 6 = 33 (8d6)>>48437083watch me get a 42
Rolled 2, 6, 4, 3, 4, 2, 2, 5 = 28 (8d6)>>48437083
>>48437071I think we found our other fault perhaps Father, Pride.
>>48436721You have met maybe... Eight people with Marksmanship dice pools equal to or above 5D. Three of them work for you, Titus Sarsfield, Solhas and Curtis Flowers all work with a straight 5D.Brynden is obviously one.Jalabhar Xho and Rycas Ordarlic were both designed with dumping all their points and benefits into Marksmanship. The latter had a 6D base and a benefit that allowed him another 1D.And then Lord Cordwayner and Ser Corey Graves, working with 5D+2B, and 5D+1B respectively. Which is Brynden's level.You're telling me that out of the thousands, upon thousands of people that are in Westeros and the hundreds you have met and competed against in high profile Archery Contests, that eight people is unrealistic?Do you want me to give everyone 4D and below and make it easy street for Brynden. Because that doesn't sound like fun to me. Especially not in the Semi-Finals and Finals of contests that are meant to be difficult.>>48436729Always can, Brynden dumping more time and EXP into it as a result of losing sounds about right with his character.>>4843683025, just updated that. 5 per thread, next thread you'll have enough to get a rank in an ability.Anyway.>>4843709226>>4843712221>>484371292426 on best of three.
>>48437202Fucking nice, we should dump that to pump up our fighting to 5d6
>>48437225Nah m8 we're so totally spending that 30 on Marksmanship.We don't take losing well.
>>48437225Either fighting or leadership. Man up and prepare to lead our men.
Hey father been following for a while and I must say that Brynden kinda reminds me of Wilhelm from crusader quest. You following that quest?
>>48437235We've got a trail of seven coming up. An extra die would be very useful in fighting combat.
>>48437266Considering how often we're negotiating deals with lords or trying to get them onside, I'd go with persuade.
>>48437281We should prepare for whatever shitty tactics the other side will come up with. We don't want to lose one of our guys, or worse. (having somebody important on the team would be good, like someone the otherside don't want the consequences of hurting.)
Lord Robert Cordwayner Marksmanship (Bows): DC 18>Target 1: Success, two degrees.Lord Brynden Malroy Marksmanship (Bows): DC 18>Target 1: Success, two degrees. 2 to 2, tied.This time your arm does not falter, the pain does not rise, your eyes remain sharp and focused, rather than clenched in pain and your exhale comes on time rather than early in exhausting pain. The smile that dances upon your lips expands as the arrow streaks across the field, knocking into the target perhaps a hair away from where Lord Cordwayner’s had landed, just upon the line, though slightly above. You too are awarded points for the middle ring, tying the contest at two to two for the moment. Shaking out your arm after the shot you feel better when your fingers are less numb and any residual pain was just a dull afterthought now. Perhaps the strain of the extra ten paces had been enough to make your arm crack, you hadn’t done too poorly at this pace the previous round you recalled. Leaving off the point you this time play to the crowd, whipping them up into a clamor, not quite the frenzy you were use to, but a clamor would do for now. At the very least they deserved a show, and you would oblige. Lord Cordwayner looks a bit off put by it all, taking point with a hard and heavy look, the crowd hardly cheering for him, rather they seem to heckle and shout. Smallfolk will be smallfolk. Though the Lord of Hammerhal remains unpulsed, taking his time with his shot and loosing with deadly precision. A hair further and you would have split your own arrow you think as it thumps into the target awarding him another two points. Four to two now, you either needed to keep pace, or knock off something better and make him chase on the final shot.
You pass by the gruff Lord along your way to taking point, noting he was a few inches shorter than you, yet his bow was larger by perhaps six or eight than your hunting bow. Ser Arlen Hunt had used a bow you could have sworn was your own height, bloody Reachman and their longbows. Taking your place on point you shake out, rolling your neck and allowing your smile to play again upon lips, the crowd quiets to a murmur as you focus, eyes of wildfire flickering in resounding purpose. Notch, stretch. Sharp inhale. Aim. Ready.Fire.>Roll 8d6 for Marksmanship (Bows), please.
Rolled 4, 2, 6, 4, 6, 2, 5, 2 = 31 (8d6)>>48437422
Rolled 2, 5, 6, 2, 3, 2, 6, 6 = 32 (8d6)>>48437422
Rolled 2, 3, 1, 2, 1, 5, 6, 1 = 21 (8d6)>>48437422
>>48437447Well, well well.
>>48437447Common sleepy, your better than this.
>>48437447if its still 18 then sleepy still managed to get it.
>>48437486He got 19, I believe
>>48437196Brynden has always tended towards that Prideful side. His competitiveness just doesn't show through as often since he surprisingly doesn't compete much. But after the Joust vote and this one, seems pretty obvious that yeah Brynden is Prideful as fuck, but not really in an arrogant way, just a, I WANT TO WIN DAMMIT, way.>>48437274Nope, never ever. I've read very few quests outside of the GoT ones.Anyway:>>4843742727>>4843743328>>484374471928 best of. Still not quite enough to get that extra degree.
>>48437528Brynden wants to be the very best like no one ever was ?
>>48437528Dad if the challenge was 18 we actually got three degrees.
>>48437528>Prideful >not really in an arrogant waySo, he wouldn't set some freelancing thugs on a mission to whack Rycas the Runner?
>>48437569Yeah I just realized that when I mathed it again while writing the update.i r dum3 POINTS
>>48437596No just overworked and spiteful as hell right now. Especially to us ungrateful shits.
>>48437572Ehh maybe not so much. But I'm sure there will be SOME way to get our sweet sweet vengeance. We should be a little more subtle about it though and wait for an opportunity.
Rolled 3, 3, 3, 3, 1, 5, 3, 2 = 23 (8d6)>>48437083
>>48437596I've been playing these GoT quests for years but I still don't know how many a degree of success is.
>>48437708One degree for passing the test, another one for each 5 points you exceed by to a max of 4 when you exceed the DC by 15
>>48437708Degrees of Success:0-4, One Degree5-9, Two Degree10-14, Three Degree15+ Four Degrees
Rolled 5, 2, 5, 4, 5, 3, 2, 1 = 27 (8d6)
Lord Robert Cordwayner Marksmanship (Bows): DC 18>Target 2: Success, two degrees.Lord Brynden Malroy Marksmanship (Bows): DC 18>Target 2: Success, three degrees. Ignore me I can’t math. 4 to 5, Lord Brynden Malroy up.The arrow flies true, piercing the sky with a deadly quickness as it streaks across the field and buries itself into the innermost ring a solid inch away from the line. The crowd roars to life again when the third flag is placed upon the scoreboard, putting you up four to five. A solid one point lead with a single shot left. You pump your bow in the air and play it up to the crowd, likely a very confused crowd wondering where this man was a match ago. You leave off point, allowing Lord Cordwayner to take it, he is quick to notch and stretch his bow in the aftermath of the cheers and applause, attempting to knock off his final shot before they could begin to heckle him again. You watch standing, leaning on your bow, the nerves having built up again. Just as the crowd begins to crescendo again he fires off his last shot, a heavy yet accurate thing. Not quite as fast as your own but it thumps into the middle ring again, giving him another two points and a look of unhappiness upon his face as he leaves off the point. Six to five in favor of Lord Robert Cordwayner after the top half the herald announces as you take point for your final shot. A single point to tie, two to win, three is just gravy, you think to yourself as you stretch out. Just let your arm hold up for one more shot, and a solid third place would be yours. Less than you would have liked, a mite embarrassing around your men and the Reachlords, but all the same. You notch, stretching out your bow to full length, your arm hardly giving you any troubles for the effort, solid no pain. Sharp inhale for a final time. Aim. Ready.Fire.>Roll 8d6 for Marksmanship (Bows), please.
Rolled 6, 4, 6, 4, 4, 3, 1, 5 = 33 (8d6)>>48437856
Rolled 6, 4, 2, 3, 6, 5, 1, 3 = 30 (8d6)
Rolled 4, 4, 2, 5, 4, 1, 3, 4 = 27 (8d6)>>48437856WIN!
Rolled 3, 1, 3, 3, 1, 4, 3, 4 = 22 (8d6)>>48437856
>>4843790325>>4843791024>>4843791621Best of is 25, and that's a win.The last two rolls I accidentally only took the worst 2 off, when I'm suppose to take the worst 3 off. I don't know why I did that, I'm dumb. Either way, I let you keep it because it was entirely my mistake. The only difference would have been a tie on this round rather than a win but eh. This is fine.
>>48437968Question, what will it take for a bullseye?
>>48437968>tie on this round rather than a winIf the dice gods are against us, then the memory gods will lead Father to give us victory! It's fate, just fate.
>>48438008I'm assuming at least 15 points over whatever the dice count is.
>>48438169Thats all i want, at some point, to get a Bryden bullseye when it counts.
Dad you dead ?
>>48438963Maybe the salt finally got to him?
>>48439047Doubtful, Dad has dealt with worse.
Trial never ever
>>48439115Don't worry anon, we'll get to it next thread.
I bet Visenya is a cute.
>>48439115We'll probably start it this thread if Padre isn't dead
Dad ded. Giselle won.
Lord Robert Cordwayner Marksmanship (Bows): DC 18>Target 3: Success, two degrees.Lord Brynden Malroy Marksmanship (Bows): DC 18>Target 3: Success, two degrees.6 to 7, Lord Brynden Malroy Wins!And exhale. She flies true, beautifully so in fact. For a moment you think the arrow is going to strike the bullseye though as it falls over the pace you merely smile at the fact that it solidly and unquestionably knocks into the middle ring, giving you two points, and the win at six to seven. The crowd roars its approval, less so than you’re sure the victor of the contest next would receive but enough, a third place showing in Highgarden was no less impressive going against the likes of the martial Marcher Lords and master bowmen Dornish. Perhaps had your arm kept from the day prior, or you hadn’t needed to again place your pride upon the line merely for a chance of a trial… Always ifs. It was simply not the reality of the day.Lucas and Quellon join you on the field, congratulations being in order of course as the herald announces your victory and the taking of third in the overall contest. Lord Robert Cordwayner shakes your hand briefly, leaving the field alone, an odd man he was. You’re presented your awards, the four hundred coin, and a small plaque of recognition, not even close to the grandeur of the trophy you had won in King’s Landing you catch yourself reminding. The crowd, well your crowd at least, chants the name, “BLACK-SHAFT,” much to your amusement and you play to them a moment longer before they call for the field to be cleared for the final bout. Pride and ego were still harmed, albeit slightly you reflect while leaving. Perhaps it was worth it, winning this was hardly the important part of your visit, that would come tomorrow.For taking Third Place in the Archery Contest, you have won:>400 Gold Dragons (+2 Wealth)>+1 Influence
>>48439368Dead Dad = D&DBravo
>>48439368We can just hope he's writing a long post.
-Day 12-“My Lord, are you certain you are ready?” Benjin asks giving your arm the third once over i n the past twelve hours, “Everything is in place?”“Absolutely certain Benjin,” you say, confidence for once worn upon your lips rather than the ever compounding feeling of endless conflict. The Invasion of the Princewood had been the start, where you were finally allowed to fight back at your enemies, to strike them down and give them cause to heed their endless machinations and advances. You gave them a black eye their, you gave them cause to worry, to fear. Strife was born of fear, Royce’s Alliance splintering and abandoning cause for their own purposes. Linden Langward was merely the first of the three you would soon be done away with. Your eyes feel alight with fire, their only final desperate last effort to give you pause or throw you, already known, a Trial of Seven was hardly a worry when your alliances and friendships reached wide. Bannerless men upon your borders were just as easily dealt with by the Hand of the King. There was nothing left for them to hide behind, only justice. Benjin nods solemnly, his own eyes telling a different story, but one no less of confidence than your own, he pats your arm softly, “Easy on the arm my Lord. I have little doubt that Lord Tyrell will allow you a few days to assemble your six champions. By then you should be able to hold a shield again, I would think.”“Thank you Benjin,” you say, placing a hand upon his shoulder, “For everything, you have been there with my family through the worst of it.”“And I intend to stay with them until the best, my Lord,” he responds with a smile.“Brynden?” Lucas says entering your portion of the tent, he wears his full plate, shined and scoured, he looked a proper Knight for once, his hair pulled back and helmet held against his side, “Lord Tyrell has sent an escort. He is ready to see your trial.”
You swallow hard, standing to meet him, Arron had laid out your better clothing for the morning, not too tight in the chest. He waits for you, alongside the rest of your Knights, your Household, those who you would call friends, and allies. Ser Olymer Tyrell is among them, standing in his own gold and green regalia. He looks to you nervously, his left hand holding against his breast. “My Lord.”“Ser Olymer.”“A bit of news.”“Regarding?”He looks at you oddly, “Had you not heard?”You look around, your men either equally confused or suddenly very awkward, “Of?”“Lord Tyrell’s son. Willas. He took a poor fall yesterday during the day’s final tilt against Prince Oberyn Martell. The Maester have been with him all night, as has his Lord father, they fear he will be crippled. Lord Tyrell will not be seeing your case-”“What!” you nearly yell at the man, causing him to cower and put his hands up.“My Lord, please allow me to finish. He will not be, however a panel of Lords from the Reach shall in his stead, by his own decree. I have it here in my hand.”“Who?”“Lord Mathis Rowan. Lord Paxter Redwyne. And leading the council, Lord Randyll Tarly,” he says sheepishly, though the hint of a smile comes through. Two men you had good relations with, another that knew you. The news, horrid. Willas had extended friendship, was a good and fair person, wise beyond his years you had surmised. You had intended to join and watch the joust last night but had instead felt the stings of pain in your wrist and arm again, deciding to stay the night in the pavilion. You did not circumstances, it was hard to place blame, but you did not doubt that the Lords of the Reach were less than pleased with their neighbors to the south, particularly given historic relations. Surely Quellon would know the better of it tonight when you took dinner with the Qorgyles, but for now you place it out of your mind.“When will they see the case?”
“Now,” Olymer says, “Lord Linden is already in custody. Lord Tarly ordered it himself last night. Lord Beros Blount is under guard in his pavilion as are his men and the rest of Lord Langward’s. You haven’t reprisal to fear, not yet at least.”You nod and look about the tent, the eyes of those loyal to you waiting for your word, “Then we make leave now. Arron, my horse?”“Ready my Lord.”“Lucas, the men?”“Armed, armored and ready to provide escort, Brynden.”“Then we ride.”“Unto the Sunsent,” they respond.---The ride is slower than it had been in days past, you are at the head of the column alongside Ser Olymer Tyrell and his cadre of Tyrell men, Ser Lucas Longwaters follows closely behind with your own Knights, Ser Lucerys Celtigar leads the procession of your other followers, allies and friends. Word of Lord Langward’s arrest had come quickly, those not speaking of Willas Tyrell’s injury had words of the Crownlander trial that was soon to occur instead upon them. Highgarden felt more foreboding this time, taller, as if it loomed over you, attempting to scare the confidence that sat upon your face now. Not this day you think to yourself, I am far too close to the justice my family deserves to blink in the face of fear that so desperately wishes for me to do so.
Olymer leads you through the castle, taking a different path than per usual to a room of gilded trim with white walls and seven windows, three lining walls with colored glass in the likeness of six of the Seven. The final window as clear as day, a statue of the Father standing before it, the scales of justice held in outstretched hand. The room is already partially filled, though the three seats upon the high dial are occupied by the three Lords. Mathis Rowan, Paxter Redwyne and Randyll Tarly who eyes you with a passive look as you take your place in the accuser’s stand. You breathe in deeply, looking about the hall, and realizing very suddenly you are very alone upon this stand. Alone with your word, with your evidence, with your confidence. It takes the better part of an hour for the rest of the hall to fill in before Lord Randyll Tarly stands up and calls the room to order with a stern look and heavy pounding of the gavel. “Bring in the accused,” he states simply and you, alongside everyone else turns to face the end of the room.Lord Linden Langward looked far less well for wear, apparently a night in the assumingly rather comfortable Highgarden dungeons had been too hard on the man. His hair was disheveled and misplaced, his doublet half buttoned and his face riddled with a sudden fear when he spies the emerald wildfire staring him down from across the room.“I AM AN INNOCENT MAN!” he screams at the guards dragging him to the stand. One clasps his irons to the stand, forcing him to stand, he attempts to lean over, his long lanky form giving him at least some room to, and you can hear his soft sobbing from across the way. The council give him sceptical looks, Randyll Tarly’s reaching reproachful. Lord Tarly waves for a Septon to come forward, while he himself stands and clears his throat, “Today we see the case of Lord Brynden Malroy versus Lord Linden Langward, before the eyes of men and gods.”
The Septon stops before you, offering a hand for you to take, placing his other upon it as you raise your free, “Lord Brynden Malroy do you swear before the eyes of men and gods to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.”“I do so swear.”The Septon blesses your forehead with a single dab of oil before proceeding on to Lord Linden who needs to be pulled up to swear his vows. It ends with a forced, “I do so swear,” followed quickly by, “I AM INNOCENT MY LORDS! THIS WARMONGERING SELLSWORD FILLS YOUR EARS WITH LIES!”Lord Tarly sends for one of the bailiffs to silence the man, a swift knock upon the small of his back causing him to silence but fall into his bent over position once again. He remains standing and continues, “Lord Linden Langward stands accused of multiple accounts of waging war outside of the King’s Law upon his neighbouring Lord, blackmailing and funding the Knight of House Dargood into waging these wars upon his behalf as a scapegoat, and most predominantly, placing a spy and saboteur within House Malroy, and ordering them to attempt to take the life of Ser Mason Flowers, a man sworn to Lord Brynden Malroy. Beyond this his attempt to escape justice and seek asylum amongst the Lords and Ladies of the Reach is not an action unnoticed. Lord Linden Langward, how do you plead?” he asks, his voice firm at the end to make clear he has little time for the screeching of Lord Langward.The bailiff pulls him up and through sobs you hear, “Innocent… My Lord.”Lord Tarly nods, his face hard and grave,“Lord Brynden Malroy. Your opening statement.”>Your opening statement?Sorry about the delay, had to do something real quick and the post was huge. Promised you we'd get into the trial today.
>>48439509Thank them for seeing to this carriage of justice. Go over the facts and get Saul to take over because we brought him here because we the trial was likely going to happen yeah?
>>48438008>>48438169Yeah getting 4 degrees of success. Brynden can pretty easily hit that on lower paces, but it's almost impossible at those real high ones given the current dice pools. >>48439552No you did not. Because you do not have access to Saul yet, not for another 8 Months.
>>48439509Play up the Fact that our family is dead and we have been trying to restore our house and how tragic it has been to counter his warmonger accusations
>>48439602Everyone's family died in the Rebellion, I doubt it'll move them that much.
>>48439601Okay then go over the facts for now and thank them for seeing to this justice? Though kinda wierd that he is already helping if we don't have him yet.
>>48439707Saul is working with the Septon to get our sister out of her marriage if i remember correctly.
Okay then, looks like write-ins aren't going to happen. Despite there having been literal weeks for people to do it. Reminds me why I stopped doing them. Nothing above is really anything outside of the ordinary of what you would be expected to do. I don't want to basically write the whole thing for you. Really surprised no one has any sort of write in.
>>48439861All the lawyers dissapeared while you were writing that big long update.
>>48439509Don't be emotion, recount the facts as we know them. The spy in Obella's entourage (maybe just say wife- no need to remind them she's Dornish), the weapon shipment, the princewood, the slavery ring, the attempt on our life with the fire trap, etc.
>>48439921The attempted murder on our son.
>>48439937Wasn't sure how that would play given Willas, we can do, but drawing a parallel might be risky, plus stir up shit with our Dornish friends.
>>48439919Doesn't even need to be lawyer talk, just something.>>48439921>the slavery ringNot something you want to bring up.Again, none of that is outside of the ordinary. It isn't a write in, it's stuff I would mention already. I was looking for your guys words, not mine this time. I'm not really getting that and it makes me feel like this big conclusion is going entirely to waste and people would rather skip it so we can get to the fighting bits. I'm going to give this a bit, get a drink and sit down again. I'm kind of annoyed right now.
>>48439861Sorry Padre, it's my father's b-day and I'm a bit distracted
>>48440013I'm really sorry about not responding dad. I'm a few threads behind so I can't really participate. I've been following since the start of Malroy quest and I really love your dialogue and storytelling, I don't want you to think that all the work you put in is unappreciated.
>>48439509My Lords, I come to you asking for the most basic virtue of Knighthood: Justice. When confronted with something wrong and indecent, we must strive to right it, no matter the personal cost. As such, I have left my lands, my wife, and my newborn to chase the accused as he fled before I could bring this case to the King. I thank you Lords, and Lord Tyrell, for listening to this case and honoring Justice. Part 1
>>48440013It may be no one wants to fuck this VERY important trial up by saying the wrong thing?
>>48440013Sorry Father. Was grilling.Something like this:Honored Lords, I stand before you seeking justice for numerous transgressions. The accused has attempted to murder members of my House, waged war upon my lands and people, and plotted against me. I have suffered these slights and seek recompense for them. Tales of my younger days might suggest that I would strike back against the accused in kind, and I will admit the thought may have crossed my mind, but I take my responsibilities as the Lord of Steadhold and my vows as a knight seriously. Therefore I seek a trail by combat against the accused. Thank you.
>>48440013>>48440145I honestly don't want to be the one to start a band wagon that fucks it all up.
>>48440114Also maybe praise the Reach as a place known for its honor and virtue. I'm not really sure what to include in an opening statement, perhaps an outline of the arguments we're about to present?
>>48440013Just throwing my 2 cents in, we haven't done write in's for a long time so wasn't expecting it.Addressing Langward directly- "Liar, I have the word of Marceline, who you hired to spy on me. I have the word of Belidos, who you hired to wreck havoc in the Princewood. You hide behind your catspaws. Well, you've nowhere to hide now. (outline our litany of charges against him) These are the charges I bring, how do you answer them? With more lies? (with contempt) You can barely whisper an pledge of honesty to the seven.
>>48440013My Lords, it has been said that men have a way of twisting words till they lose all meaning. This being the case I shan't bore you with a long speech merely facts. Lords Langward, Blount and Redward have had eyes upon the lands of Steadhold. Since they could not claim them by right they have sought to sow discord and strife while claiming to uphold the kings piece. They have sent their men even now to my borders without banners and are building war mahchines while we stand trial here. I have with me the heir of one of the lords who have been seduced by their schemes and blinded by their greed. He was disinherited and exiled for speaking out against their plots as breach of the kings peace. I have a saboteur and assassin who killed one and impersonated one of my wives handmaidens and made an attempt on the life of one of my sworn swords. I have men of house Dargood and sellswords who name them for having given them gold and assurances that attacking my lands were given tacit permission by the crown. I seek redress for these breaches of law and honour.
>>48440114Part 2As you know, I came home to a House on the brink of collapse. The crown had placed a near insurmountable debt on us, most of my family was dead, and our lands have been redistributied. It is public knowledge how I have assumed my title and have lead my house into something approaching our former glory. At every turn, however, are those that would see us brought down low and forgotten. Lord Langward is one of these men who had used dispicable means to try and waylaying us. Part 3 incoming
>>48440380I'm not too confident in this to be honest so if someone could pretty it up and correct the major faults that'd be great.
>>48440013A sellsword playing at Lord. That is what many men have accused me of. You see many things as a sellsword. Men who abandon their words, employers who renege on their contracts, many words spoken but few of commitment. But a sellsword does not lie about who he is. You see him as he is, for what he is. There is no honeyed words or silver tongue strong enough to convince others of that one, simple truth. No lies to hide behind. And yet, when I became a lord, not once have I undertaken in false dealings. I have done well and true service to those around me, and have been honorable in all my dealings. To honor and respect what being a lord means, not just a title but a way of being. And here this man, this creature, flaunts that in front of your face. Simply because he was born and inherited his Lordship he assumes that he is worthy of the title. His actions, his very existence, is an insult to the honor and dignity of what being a lord truly means. He taints, by his actions, all of those around us who dare live up to the title. Better a sellsword playing a lord then a false mockery of one.
>>48440380>>48440400The only thing i'd be wary of, is including Blout & Redward, it's one thing for the reach lords to rule against one house, it's another to make a ruling the accuses three houses of conspiracy. Especially when two of those lords are secure in their lands with their armies.
>>48440445>A sellsword playing at Lord.Can we let this phrase die, we've been a Lord two years, married with children. At this point we're perpetuating the image. Plus I doubt Tarly looks kindly on sellswords.
Alright there's stuff to work with here. Give me a bit. I'm trying to work myself up to it again, my will to write just fell off the face of the earth and trying to get through this.
>>48440397Lord Langward has entered into an alliance with the Lords Blout and Redward in a scheme to take my lands and kill what family I have left. During the battle of the Princewood, I was able to capture men and information that confirms what the unfairly disinherited heir of house Dargood told me. House Dargood had been mislead into believing that my house had broken the King's Peace and deserved to be wiped out. These three houses had poise Ed Dargood's mind so much that when his own heir brought up how ridiculous this was, he was banished. Even more damning in the eyes of the Seven is that Langward had hired a women to wreck chaos in my house. She murdered one of my wife's companions to masquerade as her in my home. She then fed information to Langward about my house. Most nefarious though was that she tried to kill my friend Ser Mason. We have her here for you Lords to question. My lords, I don't bring this to light lightly. I bring it to you because you are just men and will do what is right
>>48440598>When father is upset with you.
>>48440598Sorry mate, was playing lol and reading along between matches.Tbh im not that grand in speech, but really do look forward to how you write it. Its a big moment, but the openin speech is never as dramatic as the closing one.
>>48440665Maybe bring up that because they are reach lords, and have no personal gain in this matter either which way, we fully believe their arbitration on the matter will be true and just without undue influence.
>>48440598Sorry Padre, but I was able to write that three parter for you. Hope it is enough penance for making you mad.
It feels like so much time passes between threads I'd need to go back and re-read like the last 20 to be able to formulate a good argument here that I'm sure anons have been discussing deeply every moment except this one in particular over the last few months. I'm invested in this quest and care about it but damn.
>>48440758>>48441294>>48441571All these apologies. Dont get me wrong, I hate for this to be taken badly. I really like the quest, I like dad's writing. I like the depth of the quest. I even like player write-in's. But it's kinda unfair to suddenly expect a higher level of participation, then has been the norm for a lot of threads.Generally, I think players are willing to engage with more input in Bryden's words and actions, but you've got to let us know you want it.Especially with the narrative style where each QM posting is three-four posts covering 500-600 words.
>>48441830The down side of quests is that the long down periods between threads makes everyone without a good memory or active running notes forget most of the finer details, which are kind of required for something like this really.
>>48441889>Especially with the narrative style where each QM posting is three-four posts covering 500-600 words.*which I like.(replying to my own post)
>>48441889the only point you could make there mate would be if Father said a statement at thread start that he'll be wanting an opening speach to the trial. Problem is then your moving attention from the competition your currently doing.
>>48441830And don't get me wrong, I totally would have went back and reread the last 20 threads. A bit too late now however.
>>48442045I'm thinking for future installments I'm going to keep a sheet of A4 bulletpoints for this quest. (I had to skim read a previous thread for the names of our witnesses.)
Alright, after staring at this for awhile and not being able to put anything together that I felt was good I've realized I approached this entirely wrong and messed it up. I'm going to reevaluate and start over. Not tonight though, I just sort of drained myself over this coupled with a long work week and I'm just sort of blah. If the thread is still up tomorrow I might pick it up again after sleeping off this blah feeling. Sorry guys.
>>48442459OK ANONS, YOU HEARD PADRE. Keep this thread alive until tomorrow!
>>48442459Oh uh, thanks for running boss.
>>48442459Thanks for running man.Have a sleep, drink some good tea and relax. Get back to it when your in the right headspace and we'll be waiting.
>>48442459I think anons will be better prepped for presenting a case tomorrow / next thread. Thanks for running dad, I enjoy the quest.
>>48442459Thanks for running!
>>48442459Sorry things ended on this note dad, get some sleep and maybe we can all work it out better tomarrow.
>>48442459Before sleep BUMP
Sorry dad, I usually participate way more but I've been busy moving to my new apartment and really only skimmed the thread
>>48445484Be ready for tomorrow then
>>48446526And be prepared to write paragraphs for him or he will bitch about it.
Bump before bed.
>Father and HF both runs both has to cancel their threadFoul dark magic is at play here i tell you all!
>>48439861>>48440013>>48440598>>48442459Honestly? Don't ask for verbatim player write-ins. Because then you get that shit from Joker Quest. I can't remember it worth crap at the moment, so fuck me, but it was horrendous. Anons as a unified mass can't really write dialogue. Hell, I run a quest and consider dialogue among my strong suits (after world-building) yet even I would not wish to supply more than bullet points for you to follow. Because I haven't spent years writing these characters. I haven't crafted their backstories. I haven't meticulously kept track of their skills, desires, plots, and personalities.I couldn't write them in the manner that you have, because they're your characters. Nobody could write them better. So what the hell is the point of asking for my sub-par bullshit when you could do it better than I ever could?Regardless of what you end up doing, I'll be around for next session. Haven't been as active a reader as I used to be, but this is legitimately the quest I look forward to the most out of all of those I follow.
>>48448923>Anons as a unified mass can't really write dialogueI like many of the write-ins here. Though I agree with you concerning longer posts, like the beginning of a court case. /qst/Samsara Quest/ works entirely with write-ins and it seems to work there because of limitations of quest history and scope...
We only got third. We are a disapointment to the family!
>>48439509You call me a warmongering sellsword and that I play being a Lord, but what does that make you?At least with me you'll know when and where my armies will attack you, not like yours and your alliance of likeminded Lords, hiding in shadows, plotting, harrasing the smallfolk and threathening them. It is the Lordly thing to send a spy into another's Lord home you where too craven to formally declare war to kill an innocent lady and throw her body away so that her family can never put her rest back at their home?Maybe the paragorn of Lordship is to use another weakened House to be your scapegoat should your plan fail? To kill one of its exiled son and use its identity and seal in lieu of yours?Is it, perhaps, to buy the services of a company of sellsword to do the dirty grunt works, so you never have to sully your hands with the treachery and duplicity? I'll have you know, I didn't came back to Westeros with one sellsword, each men I had in my service swore their loyalty to me and not the coins my position would bring, they gave me their loyalty by bleeding for me upon the ground of Essos then and Westeros now.I am as much a sellsword as I am a Lord, as you and your ilk is so fond to remind me, but unlike you I never partook in such detestable actions, if I need to take you down I'll do it with a flowery letter or by looking you straight in the eyes and with other Lords and the Seven and all the other Gods as my witness."I'm coming for you, Lord Langward." If doing things this way is your definition of a Sellsword, then you just about called most of the Houses, great and small, in the Seven Kingdom Sellswords. I'll ask you again Langward.What does that makes you?
>>48448996I thought this is why we hired a lawyer so he could basically walk us through a good sounding script and help us with legal arguments.
>>48450597Saul is working on getting the Hand to deal with the unbannered at our doorstep
>>48450597>>48450811We need another five lawyers to have always have someone with us to solve problems like this! How much would that cost? :)
>>48450242When the crime is attacking without provocation, is it wise to bring up the notion of ourselves attacking?
>>48451301I guess we could debate about all the shit he did to us, all of the proof we're laying at his feet right now are enough to declare our intent to wage war.This is a very thin line we're skirting, but I think Randyll Tarly would approve wholeheartedly if we crit pass the persuasion roll I'm sure Father will make us roll.
I was kinda toying with the idea of calling that Oberyn to have him fight in the trial, but with the Willas thing we'd just alienate Highgarden en masse
>>48452252>We use our favour to sleep with him while Ellaria watches
>>48452690>Implying that'd take the favour
>>48453108Oberyn would probably fuck us for free
>>48448923I think some verbatim write ins are okay, so long as they are not too lengthy. It's when a write-in gets up to more then two paragraphs where it's more likely to suffer in quality, consistency and logic.
>>48452227If you think your opening statement and argument will need a persuasion check to pass, then perhaps you should reconsider it? Relying on probability to make it succesful seems suspect
>>48446663I get where Dad is coming from, at least in part. If this were a tabletop group and this was my character it'd make sense for me to prepare an opening statement based on my notes and stuff. The thing is, I think Dad is still learning the differences between quest participation and ttrpg participation. There's certain things you can expect from anonymous players and some things you can't, and this is one of those expectations that we can't meet without some warning ahead of time.
Any news on Papa?
>>48453738For fucks sake. Again forgot the name, sorry.
>>48453738He is disappoint
>>48453738Dad no longer loves us
>>48454144They hates usss
>>48454807But we love Father!If we love Father, Father will love us, right ?
>>48452227what I mean is, you don't defend yourself for murder by saying "If was to murder you, it'd be obvious" because it puts your guilt in the judge's mind
>>48455182Only slightly better than the "Admit guilt but you should totally not judge me guilty" that some anons like to try.
>>48455182Way I saw it was that Langward just triggered Brynden into his wrathful persona, he's got a lot of shit heaped onto his plate since coming here, a lot of good for sure, but the fucking Hightower with the chip on his shoulder and the seven fucks wanting to kill him didn't do much in calming the slow burn that was Obella's brother almost dieing. Add the injury and the shit this faggot spewed hit his buton just right for him to let a bit of steam out.
Dont think Father will return for today.
Where were you when Father forsook us
>>48456578He probably got scared and ran off like a Malroy.
>>48456674Fuck you Madre
>>48457285What the fuck did you just fucking say to Mother, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I was fostered and trained by the finest knights of the Vale, and I’ve been involved in numerous open rebellions against the Throne, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in bell warfare and I’m the top hammer-wielding badass in the entire seven kingdoms. You are nothing to me but just another targaryen lapdog. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on Westeros, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to her over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the Seven Kingdoms and your House is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my boar hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Stormland castle-forged weaponry and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
Father ain't comin back. Abandon hope all ye who enter here.
>>48458413Anyone got the one with Stannis looking into the fire and Maekar doing the speech much to Stannis' amazement?
Thinking of getting into SIFRP. What book have crunch associated with them and does the chronicles books add anything worthwhile?
>>48458740Corebook has the crunch and it really depends. But I heavily suggest Out of Strife Prosperity as it has several different holdings than the corebook.
>>48458740The Out of Strife, Prosperity is the most useful book in the Chronicles.That and the core book and maybe the Night's Watch PDF, if you wanted some spice with your ice, are all you need.
>>48458740Core and Out of Strife Prosperity and you're golden.
>>48458857>>48458858>>48459000Thanks currently downloading nights watch, out of strife, core and wedding night as it just sounded cool for a possible intro adventure.Any rookie pitfalls to watch out for or other general tips?
>>48459061Half of the rules don't make sense the 1st time you read them.Half of the rules don't make sense the 100th time you read them.screenshot the shit out of the books.There's too many pitfalls to watch out for, you'll fall even if we warn you about them.>Intrigue is a nightmare.
>>48459061You need to keep the book open at ALL TIMES. Intrigue is going to be crazy and won't make sense until the tenth time you do it. Maybe.
>>48459665>>48459841So what you're saying is that the rules are shit?
>>48460859Yeh, I'm amazed Dad has such a firm understanding of the rules.
>>48460963He houserules a good amount of stuff I'm pretty sure. Also, he runs this irl.
>>48461289I wonder what his irl group thinks of all this.
>>48462193Oh, the love it and he tells us their comments all the time
Father can you hear us? We are lost and all alone. We're asking for some quest time. Can you please throw us a bone?
A bump for the Father
A bump for Father before bed
>Turns out Father is black.>He stayed around for 50 threads before leggin' it
Father! You hear me?!I curse your name for 13 generations!
If Father does not return Lorelei will get Greyscale.
>>48466173Lorelei would make the cutest horse empress
>Brynden face when Lorelei brings her first boyfriend home.
>>48468764that fucking Dontos, where is Victus in all that?
>>48467842She is a noblegirl not like she will invite boyfriends over.>>48468764Kek.
>>48468764Looking forward to when we go to Lys and meet Visenya ?Silver hair and Bryndens green eyes. Almost perfect Valyrian.
I think the blah got father
>>48469567It's a damn shame.
One last hope bump
>>48469567Yeah it did a little bit.Going to blogpost a bit so, warning on that. Had some personal stuff going on, work has me run ragged, just not sleeping enough. It's a real mess. I wasn't really feeling a thread this week but we were right on that cusp of the trial and I didn't want to stretch that out another week, figured once I got going it would be good but it wasn't. And I grinded to a stop pretty quickly, not my best work overall and it made me feel bad that I wasn't giving the scene the justice it deserved so I tried to get some words from you guys, anything really unique I guess and that sort of fell on its face. Which is entirely my fault, long post time and not having done a write-in in a really long time kind of made that a fumble. So yeah, not going to pick up where we left off, not quite. I plan to start the next thread with giving the opening the justice it deserves, using some of the later write-ins here for inspiration and then go from there. Hopefully I'll have some more time to research trials as well and it'll all turn out better.Thank you for being patient with me, and sorry about being snappy and then just bailing. Not the best way to end a landmark thread. Malroy has been the, by thread count at least, longest GoT thread to date, and man if that doesn't give me warm fuzzies. I like that there is a legacy of the quests here, that I'm adding to that with this story. So I can't ever completely bail on it. You wouldn't believe the notes I have written down for future years, scenes I've already thought of and planned out, tragedies and successes, characters to interact with like a certain Grey Bastard. It's all very fun for me, just sometimes I run myself a bit too hard into the ground. But yeah, thanks again for 50 threads, maybe a few more I'm not sure anymore. We'll get back to this the right way next thread. For now I'm going to get a shower and some dinner then maybe sit down and write a bit of fun stuff.
>>48472063He has returned!And no worries dad.
>>48472063No worries Daddi-o, take your time an make thread 51 great!
so, next thread when?
>>48472388Right.Next thread is Sunday, 31 July. At 2PM EST. >>48468764I laughed at this way harder than I should have.>>48467842This too.
>>48472774Are we going to get our ear chewed off by Obella when she finds out about us only coming third ?Also was the stinger thing just a description to explain why we did worse or did it add any penalties ?
>>48473520>only coming thirdTo be fair, coming third in a prestigious tournament is still nothing to sneeze at. And we fluked the King's Landing tourney so hard folks shouldn't really have been surprised it wasn't easy sailing to a win this time.
>>48473563But we are Blackshaft. Archery is our thing!Also i got some ideas. Father mentioned in his ask that there is a chance we could bring Visenya back to Westeros. To do so her mother would want to come to establish "Business and looking after her daughter"I was thinking. We could bring her back and offer her to use the destroyed part of our villa to stay in if she is willing to pay for the renovation. That way we can make friends in Essos to counter Osten, get our daughter back home and Obella wont have to deal with her mother.
>>48472774Wonder if we could make a horseface mask and walk around Steadhold with it on acting like it's nothing.
>>48473629>Archery is our thing!Archery was our thing. While we were off being a sellsword.He's been pretty devoted to his role as Lord since he came back, honestly, and so other items are naturally going to fall by the wayside. Learning to read, studying the laws of the land, scheming and politicking and managing his finances, they all take chunks out of his training time - and while he's still no slouch when it comes to shooting - at all - he's sacrificing being the best of the best in order to be a better head of his house.And I don't think that's a bad thing.Seriously, though, Valyrian boner or not, I figure bringing old lovers over and giving them a prestigious place in our villa is not going to make things the smoothest with our wife - and provoking her when one of her old lovers won a large cash prize recently and might happen to have some cash to throw her way might possibly be one of the most terrible plans we could conceive.And it's not like they're destitute and starving over in Lys.
>>48473806True. I just thought it would be a great chance for us to get someone else to repair the rest of the villa, earn some cash, get to see our daughter and make alliances to better combat Osten. Politically and Money-wise it seems like a good mood.And about Obella, we can just buy her something nice, look her in the eyes and tell her she is beautiful and kiss her. That should fix that.
>>48473520>Are we going to get our ear chewed off by Obella when she finds out about us only coming third ?Nah, third is pretty damn solid, Brynden still beat some pretty great archers, actual Lords, Knights, and Heads of Houses competing upped the prestige of the event so third, pretty damn good. She'll tease him about the tiny little trophy he got though.As a note, I do plan to offer more chances to compete in archery contests. There will be one in Stone Hedge, though less prestigious than this one. King Bobby B will be having another soon. And if pressed I'm sure I can come up with a lot of small events about the Crownlands that Brynden can compete in "on the circuit" so to say.>Also was the stinger thing just a description to explain why we did worse or did it add any penalties ?Technically Brynden should have been taking penalties for working through the injury he had taken during the Joust, but I sort of fop those off because I'm lazy.But no, it was purely narrative, something for Brynden to get frustrated over because he's never had his drawing arm do that before, not to the same extent at least. It gives him cause to double down on training and Benjin reason to smack him upside the head for being a prideful idiot. >>48473563>And we fluked the King's Landing tourney so hard folks shouldn't really have been surprised it wasn't easy sailing to a win this time.You guys fluked it so hard it was almost, ALMOST statistically impossible. I still remember sitting there going, "Well fuck me then," with my girlfriend next to me laughing her head off and joining in the celebration. But yeah, I definitely made this one a bit harder. Arlen Hunt, Quellon, Robert Cordwayner, Corey Graves, and Rycas Ordarlic, were all equally talented, or more talented, when compared to Brynden. I also dialed in the paces to DC ratio, which will be useful in the future. If you're curious the sudden death pace was 100 paces, which is about 300 feet.
>>48473912I take it the Bobby B one is in celebration of Joffreys birth ?
>>48473955I thought that was the earlier one since (I think?) we're following the show timeline, not the book.Bobby just loves his parties.
>>48474066So he just woke up one morning, took a morning piss and with his cock in his hand he was like "I should do another tournement!"?
>>48473629>Father mentioned in his ask that there is a chance we could bring Visenya back to Westeros.Let's not entirely put words into my mouth there, the entire quote, "If you want Obella to be very, very annoyed, I'd suppose so yes. Visenya's mother is probably the only woman Obella would view as 'on par' with regards to winning Brynden and she would absolutely insist that she come along as well, under the guise of fostering good relations between the Free Cities and Westeros and promoting trade, her family are incredibly well off perfume merchants. The scent still causes Brynden to have flashbacks, and not the good kind. Only major issue is Brynden has stricken any memory of her from his memory, repressing it with endless drink.Visenya is aware her father is a man of Westeros and a Lord. She does not know who, but silver hair and green eyes narrows it down a bit."Also let us not forget the repeated times I have stated that Obella is an incredibly jealous woman. Let's just say, you can do it, but I would not recommend it if you want your marriage to remain in its present state, also known as producing children. That's one of those things I would have to have significant kick back from, because really, why would you do that? It only would cause problems. Brynden doesn't even want to remember Ysaeria or the fact he might have another kid out there. >>48473806That is a very accurate representation of Brynden and his development since returning home. I am glad that's apparent. I think over time the best way I've written that is Brynden's comfort in his father's chair when he's doing Lordly things. Hell, he's even constructed his own Small Council now, which probably needs a better name.>and provoking her when one of her old lovers won a large cash prize recently Right I do need to mention that Rycas thrashed Graves in the finals. Thank you for that. He won 1000 dragons (10 Wealth) & +5 Influence (Rolled 1d6). That's pretty good stuff for a Knightly House.
>>48474108Goddamn you Obella. You beautiful jealous and petty woman.>>48474085>>48474113This better be the canon reason for the tourny Father.
>>48473870>And about Obella, we can just buy her something nice, look her in the eyes and tell her she is beautiful and kiss her. That should fix that.I'll take vastly underestimating you're wife's potential for spite for 200 Alex.>>48473955Not his birth, the announcement that the Queen is with child. There will be a bigger one for his birth. PARTY EVERY DAY.>>48474066No the earlier one was the Wedding Celebration Tourney. >we're following the show timeline, not the book.We're following the book timeline. I don't follow the show enough to use its timeline. Some things are a bit jacked up though because of my own oversight, such as the actual end of the Rebellion being much further into 284AC than I wrote it. But no, we're on book timeline.>>48474085As far as I'm aware that's pretty much how it happens. Though not so much for this one.
>>48474168>the earlier one was the Wedding Celebration TourneyMy bad. It's been a while.And the less attention I pay to the usurper and his Lion-bitch, the happier I am.
>>48474168I get the feeling that Visenya will be used by her mother for political and personal gain.
>>48474211Targ why do you make it so hard to hate you sometimes?
>>48474108>Brynden doesn't even want to remember Ysaeria or the fact he might have another kid out there. Good god. That honeymoon is going to be drama city and Dragonbow.I cant wait.
>>48474168I honestly don't know why some anons have a hard on for bringing another bastard over. Her mother is a lady, she lives a good life and she is comfortable where she is. Why rip her away from all that?
>>48474211>It's been awhile.It has, coming up on a year here soon. Good god how did that happen.>>48474221I honestly can't say one way or the other. More than likely if, and this is a big if, Brynden takes the first step in initiating it, AKA loses his god damn mind, she'll take it as invitation to do so. But if he doesn't, she'll leave him alone, she has for ten years now, of all of Brynden's former lovers, she for some reason holds the least spite towards him bailing, she got what she wanted out of it.>>48474624Again, still haven't decided if I'm going to introduce her yet. Still on the fence about the whole thing and how needless it may really be.>>48474743Yeah it's a weird topic. Not to mention she doesn't even understand the Westerosi concept of being a 'bastard'. As far as Visenya is aware and has been told, she's a trueborn daughter of her mother's house born of a past paramour, hell even her name reflects that. She would not be a fan of the sort of treatment she'd receive in Westeros, nor would her mother, and it would just be messy overall. Not the mention... I think this is one of those rare few times where Brynden's 'Family' motivation wouldn't apply. He ran when he found out Ysaeria was with child, he drank the thoughts away, he forced himself to forget it and avoided perfumes like the plague ever since. As far as Brynden is concerned he doesn't have another daughter out there. So why suddenly want to bring her into his life?
>>48474871>long post Yep, it's OOC and we shouldn't even think about it.
>>48474221No shit?>>48474624>I cant wait.It's going to feel good being in a free city.>>48474743Word.>>48474871>Good god how did that happen.I figure it must've happened 'cause you didn't give up on us, and managed to survive everything life threw your way.Nicely done.
>>48474871To think you survived this long. I think it is in large part due to your DMing skills and the fact that you made the house yourself rather than do a house creation thread.Also please dont end anytime soon. I only got Crusader Quest left and that is ending soon.
>>48474871Did you ever expect this ?What did your gf and group say when they found out you were going to run this ?What do they think of it now ?
>>48474923>Yep, it's OOC and we shouldn't even think about it.Yeah, I'd say that's a fair statement.>Okay OOC plansOlymer Tyrell Reach trade representative>Not Okay OOC plansPutting your unknown daughter up in your King's Landing villa because meta reasonsNot that the latter would ever get the votes to win.>>48475000>It's going to feel good being in a free city.Not going to lie, that is what I'm looking forward to the most. Brynden loved Lys, he'll take Obella to his old haunts, some of the more upscale places he'd been, call upon some old friends, it'll be great fun. >managed to survive everything life threw your way.What all happened the past year? Quit my job, moved from SC to PA. Found a new job in NY. Got in a car accident. Got somewhat major surgery on my head. Busy year. >>48475125>the fact that you made the house yourself rather than do a house creation thread.Going to be honest, hands down that is the best decision I've made for this quest. It allows me to write history and background information more easily upon the fly, doesn't behold me to age old half baked suggestions and to establish the importance of the family throughout the years culminating in Brynden and his family. Gives it more weight I feel. Hell half of the lore we have now isn't even stuff I had at the beginning. The Malroys of Blackbridge Tower, the Valyrian steel sword Goldbrand, the extensive family tree, all of the random lore bits I throw in there that maybe two people pay attention to. All stuff I've gotten to just build from where the story takes me and the sort of questions I'm asked. It's the thing I'm the happiest with.Not that I don't want to roll up a House some day, because I think it's super fun. Plan is to dedicate the better part of a thread to rolling up Mason's House when we finally decide to do that. Still need to decide how I'm going to do Lands... >Also please dont end anytime soon.No sleep til Redward is dead.
>>48475492I'd like to see you try horsefucker!
>>48475336>Did you ever expect this ?Haha Not really. I didn't expect to get past thread 10, or the Arryn bus throwing episode or past the thread counts of Karban, Harrock, and Bordain. I didn't expect to get over 60 twitter followers or golden threads on suptg. I didn't expect people to latch onto my long winded posts with more detail and dialogue than is ever necessary or like the characters presented such as Lucas and Mason or Wilson and Grover. For the debates and arguments over some of the most mundane things to the overwhelmingly lopsided votes on things I thought were really important and decisive. The whole thing has been ups and downs for me, lots of unexpected turns and it's been great. It has helped my writing out tremendously, even if I'm still prone to ridiculous typos. So while I never expected it all, I'm incredibly grateful for it, the experience and all.>What did your gf and group say when they found out you were going to run this ?They were all very surprised. I tend to take on a lot at once, and they thought I would end up dropping it after awhile due to a lack of time. Turns out it came to dominate my time. They were particularly surprised I decided to run a Valyrian House, a really militarily minded one with a core trade that so firmly defined them. I've never really done that before, a lot of my OC Houses are more just general Houses, or small and Knightly, not much more than a speck. Malroy is the first House I've ever made that has rich history a name and pedigree with value, and ties to big names like the Tyrells and Targaryens.>What do they think of it now ?Impressed mostly. Girlfriend loves to read it, she's my biggest supporter through everything, and she's collecting everything and straightening out the typos and general weirdness in my prose to someday just publish in one place, just to see how it does.Robb Waters player says he would rather see a Malroy Telltale game than Forrester. I laughed so hard when he told me that.
>>48475542You tell 'em mum! Those cheating, kidnapping, sister-fucking, traitorous dragonlord wannabes ain't got shit on house Redward, loyal servants of the Crown and the rightful King!>>48475759>Robb Waters player says he would rather see a Malroy Telltale game than Forrester.Both houses run by scum who refuse to bend the knee to their betters! They'll get what's coming to them.
>>48475759>Robb Waters player says he would rather see a Malroy Telltale game than Forrester. I laughed so hard when he told me that.That would be sweet and not to mention much, much better. Because fuck the Forresters.
>>48475759I've been contemplating running a GoT quest based around a house I randomly rolled up. A house founded on glory... but turned out to be cursed. The entire history of it was treachery and defeat and curses and horribleness, so that now a once powerful house is a backwater in a wretched little patch of swampland. When the head of the house died, his son took the black almost immediately, and forced his sister to become the head. The game would be about the new head of house, a woman who had ran away to the free cities to play sellsword, forced to return with her pet Hill Tribe warrior girl and the house's last knight (a swamp boy named a knight after he rescued the last head from an alligator by wrestling it and killing it with a knife) trying to raise the house to glory. Would that make an interesting story? What advice would you dish out?
>>48475888Bizzaro world /tg/ pls go.I've always wondered what it would have been like if I ran a House Redward quest instead of House Malroy. Same exact story and characters, just the protag is Royce. What a scummy time we'd have.>>48475937>Because fuck the Forresters.Sorry not into sloppy thirteenths. >>48475968>with her pet Hill Tribe warrior girl Careful of lesbian waifuism. You're still on 4chan after all. I've seen stuff fall apart over less.That's really the only thing that would personally send off a red flag for me. Otherwise the story looks interesting, the situation I mean. I'm a big fan of the House trying to rebuild itself thing, clearly, and going hard mode is even more fun. Harrock did that the best in my opinion, but there's always potential to out do it and that depends heavily upon storyline pacing and how you personally want the story to go about achieving that. You'll draw parallels with Brynden, sellsword background is going to do that anymore, so be sure to distinction the difference between the two relatively quickly. Don't monologue it or spell it out in blunt terms, subtle differences in dialogue and actions taken their core characteristics and values. Stuff like that.Looks like a Northern House? Somewhere in the Neck? Or maybe Crackclaw Point, or the Dornish Marches. Fuck I don't know. Either way, regional politics and customs should be in full effect with regards to a woman sellsword Lady of the House. Unless we're talking Dorne, which you can get away with, but I'd definitely say the world is not going to be too kind to her on the onset. Play into that, particularly if we're in the Dornish Marches with the militant Reachlords and Stormlords. Bottom line advice? Don't let yourself get buried in the rules of the system. It's a great thing to build off of, not the best for straight questing. Best of luck.
>>48476337In the Neck, yup. The issue with her being a sellsword, and a woman at that, will be pretty serious. Finding a husband (which will be up to /tg/s choice, but likely will be a weak figurehead) will be pretty important. As for the parallels with Brynden, one of the main difference is that as a Fluke and a sellsword, she's a dirty fighter in every sense of the word. Fights with a hooked sword, carries pocket sand, cheats, lies, steals, all that good stuff. The other option I had was House Remora. A Dragonstone house, and a staunch Valyrian house. Targ loyal, through and through, the heir of the house died holding off the fleet that was sent to try and put down Viserys and Daenerys before they could escape across the Narrow Sea. The MC would be the second son of the family, and beset on basically all sides by disapproval. From the crown for being the heir of the family that orchestrated the Targ kids' escape, from his own family from being the second born and having to live up to his elder brother's image, etc.
>>48475759>TelltaleA company that thinks 13 men are an army.
>>48476337>Either way, regional politics and customs should be in full effect with regards to a woman sellsword Lady of the House.Damn straight. Things are going to get dicey no matter what.But the most important thing is the name. Their House is pretty much doomed to the dustbin of history unless they legitimise bastards, marry a commoner, or find some nothing-noble with much, much, much lower prestige than them to give them some kids*.Doesn't really matter how good a Lady she makes, dynasties are important yo.*Or a cousin or something.>>48476446>Targ loyal, through and throughSold!>>48476485Don't even get me started on the steaming pile of disappointment that was the Telltale GoT title. I could complain for hours.
>>48476539>Don't even get me started on the steaming pile of disappointment that was the Telltale GoT title. I could complain for hours.Not a single good GoT game has been made. CK2 mod and Mount and Blade mod are superior to every single one of them.Spent lots of hours playing as House Malroy in both.
It kinda reminds me about before i made Joffrey Flowers. I was planning on making it a quest about the players being the lady of a house whos husband died in the rebellion. The main task at hand was to protect your son and only child from his grasping uncle who believed that he should have the castle and the price within it and protect him from your own family from the Twins.
>>48476593>CK2 mod and Mount and Blade mod are superior to every single one of them.I may or may not have started as Rh'llor-worshipping Velaryons under Stannis in CK2, and replaced all the Lords of the Crownlands and about half of the Vale with my relatives, with intermarriage rampant.Fun times.
>>48476446>In the Neck, yupAh alright, figured. Might want to think out the reason the last Knight was Knighted. Northern Houses typically don't do that, so unless they're one of the rare few that don't keep the Old Gods you might want to either reconsider or make sure it's a point among the House's history. >carries pocket sand>cheats, lies, stealsI approve of this Dale Gribble/Eddie Guerrero sellsword woman.>House RemoraAlso fine, even if it is somewhat similar to Malroy, but really it's all in the presentation. >>48476539Targfag brings up a valid point. Marrying down is going to be a somewhat odd situation, otherwise you gone like the wind. Or marrying up and tying yourself into a bigger more important House at the expense of your House's legacy. An interesting choice. >Don't even get me started on the steaming pile of disappointment that was the Telltale GoT title. I could complain for hours.Likewise. I played through it all the day before a thread when Episode 6 came out. Holy fuck. That was an adventure. I've also endured the other Game of Thrones game. You know. That one. The whole thing. I lost a bit of myself to it.>>48476593>Spent lots of hours playing as House Malroy in both.Man that's just so cool to me. Even though I have no idea how you'd do it, since I've played neither game.
>>48476764Just make a custom house and use the ruler designer mod to give him the traits you want. Had to replace the Hayfords though.
>>48476764>since I've played neither gameIn my subjective opinion, you're missing out. But the nitty-gritty of dynastic politics, management and interpersonal drama tied up in CK2 isn't for everbody - not to mention the veritable mountain of DLC being intimidating as fuark. Largely unnecessary, though.
>>48476764>>48476862Also had fun with this.
>>48476862>>48476889Might have made Obella envious, myself, but i'd agree with those statlines.
>>48476764The house is basically dying. There's no more knights, no more banners, no more vassals, basically nothing. So when the head of the house nearly gets killed by a giant gator, and this 6'4" dude literally leaps on it and kills it with a knife, the lord basically said 'fuck it, I need someone I can rely on'. Also, the House had it's roots in the Riverlands, so knighting was more common for them. So this dude (name of Ander Rivers) is a huge young man, made of muscle, lived his entire young life as a dirt poor fisherman and hunter, and then suddenly the Lord Fluke knights him and elevates him to a decently comfortable position. He's obscenely loyal to the family, and he also usually runs around in a leather breastplate, trousers, boots, and bracers, and prefers a big hooked knife to a sword. The other characters are: Dallot Rivers, bastard uncle of the MC, who's a sour and sarcastic old fuck who figures 'well, in this for the long hall, why the fuck not?' Reminds me of a more disrespectful and sarcastic Dontos, really. Super knowledgeable, good steward. Gora, a hill woman from the Vale. Tried to murder the MC in the past, got her ass handed to her, pledged loyalty to her to escape death. Shockingly loyal, hates water, likes to stick to the trees and ontop of things. Her animal is an owl, paints herself up like one when it's time to tussle, and carries two tomahawks. Jackson Rivers, bastard cousin of the MC. Complete moron. When the MC's father died, he started a 'bandit' group and tried to play Robin Hood. Except there was noone rich to steal from, so he basically just built a fortress treehouse (literally, it's a fortress in a giant tree, it counts as a Tower) with his gang. With the MC back he pledges loyalty to the family and leads a crew of Guerillas.
>>48476935I made that Obella before i knew about her little jealousy thing. Otherwise. If i were to make a new game and play as her i would give it to her.Also look at my "Dontos" from an old game of mine. Pretty much share all the same traits.
>>48476963>Pretty much share all the same traits.>CrippledDon't you jinx Uncle D like that!
>>48476946Wow, a lot of bastards in this family. Has this helped with their downfall in anyway.
>>48476979However did you guess? The good news is that Dallot is pretty cool, if a sarcastic asshole, and Jackson is... well, he's a moron, but he's a moron who wants to be the story's hero.
>>48476764>That house sigilWait a minute
>>48476977Everything but that one.
>>48476862>>48476886>>48476889Might have to give it a go some day then. If I ever have time for the vidya again.>>48476977Well he's not crippled but a broken arm that never really set right, that count? Man I haven't mentioned that in forever. I really need to do that Victus doing Victus things in Chelsted thread I've been thinking about.>>48476946>(literally, it's a fortress in a giant tree, it counts as a Tower)That is fantastic. Would play. I've been wanting to play a Northern House for awhile.>>48477016Someone else got that a long time ago. I graduated from SCAR. Another knight you know has a gold mountain lion on blue for Penn State, which is where I started my education.One of Royce's knights has an orange tiger on purple.I throw in little references like that all over the place. Surprised more people haven't called me on my wrestling references.
>>48477188> I really need to do that Victus doing Victus things in Chelsted thread I've been thinking about.How is the boy doing, making any friends ?Bet he is popular among the ladies due to his adorablness.
How would one go about learning all the political bullcrap going on in Westeros, enough to run a game based in it? I would assume reading the books just isn't enough on it's own, and the wikis are a bit of a mess sometimes.
>>48478616There is a world book that was put out that is GORGEOUS. It has a lot of info you might want.
>>48478616The World of Ice and Fire is good for regional politics. How the dynamics between the Houses play on a realm to realm basis. Add in the books and whatever you find in the wikis and you'll have something decent to work with.
>>48479797Yup, that's what I >>48479740 was thinking of